How many nights, how many days do I wait here for you?
Have you long forgotten all the things we'd said?
And how many times must I let the phone ring just to get to you?
Could it be that now this love has long gone dead?

Do you know why
You got feelings in your heart?
Don’t let fear of feeling fool you
What you see sets you apart
And there’s nothing here to bind you
It’s no way for life to start

Do you know that tonight, the streets are ours?
Tonight, the streets are ours
These lights in our hearts - they tell no lies

Those people
They got nothing in their souls
And they make our TVs blind us
From our vision and our goals
Oh the trigger of time it tricks you
So you have no way to grow

But do you know that tonight, the streets are ours?

Often a star was waiting for you to notice it. A wave rolled toward you out of the distant past, or as you walked under an open window, a violin yielded itself to your hearing. All this was mission. But could you accomplish it? (Rilke)

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?